Dreadlock Holiday Lyrics

I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked 'round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad, a brother From the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, yeah I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, yeah
Don't you walk through my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet
Well, he looked down at my silver chain He said, "I'll give you one dollar" I said, "You've got to be joking man It was a present from me mother"
He said, "I like it, I wan' it, I'll take it off your hands An' you'll be sorry, you'd crossed me You'd better understand that you're a long A long way from home"
And I say, I don't like reggae, oh no I love it, hey I don't like reggae, yeah yeah I love it, oh yeah
Don't you cramp me style Don't stick me on your bench Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' Pina Colada I heard a dark voice beside me saying "Would you like something hotter?"
She said, "I've got it, you wan' it My harvest is the best and if you try it You'll like it and wallow in the Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday”
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, oh yeah Don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, yeah
Don't you walk through my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words Like you ain't heard me out yet
I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of sunny day I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of sunny day
I don't like Jamaica, oh no I love her, middle of sunny day I don't like cricket, oh no I love it, middle of sunny day
I don't like reggae, oh no